Kinky Kathleen

1

Amantha spent much longer shopping than she had intended to. That was mostly because she never found what she was looking for. She was a spontaneous kind of person, and earlier she’d gotten the sudden urge for a new handbag. But not just any handbag. She was as picky as she was spontaneous. If she wasn't she’d end up spending a fortune on all kinds of worthless crap.

She stepped outside the store and was surprised by how dark it was all of a sudden. Had it really taken that long to browse through Target’s handbags? The sudden darkness was due to a storm that was brewing. She looked above her and saw charcoal gray clouds threatening to dump rain on the thirsty grounds. Her auburn hair flew across her face and she reached a hand up to pull it away. She hated the thought of having to walk home in the cold wind and rain, but she didn't expect to be able to get a ride at the moment if she called anyone. Her husband Roland was at a doctor’s appointment, and she didn't want to bother anybody else with leaving their warm, dry comfortable homes to go out in the storm.

Figuring the exercise would do her good anyway, she began walking briskly across the parking lot. It would take about twenty minutes to reach home, or maybe even thirty if it really started coming down hard.

She was barely out of the parking lot when she noticed a car slowing down close behind her. Come on, nobody got picked up in a rainstorm, did they? Plus, she felt like she looked horrible at the moment with her hair all disheveled from the wind. She pushed her small, still youngish body through the driving wind.

No, she hadn’t imagined it. The person in the car really was trying to get her attention. Thinking it might be someone she knew, she turned and looked at the shiny car that had stopped before her. The passenger side was closest to her so she couldn't see the driver clearly at first. She could tell it was a woman with a slim face and light hair, but that was all she could make out. Could it be a neighbor? She couldn't think of anyone they resembled and she didn’t recognize the car. But then the passenger window lowered and she approached it cautiously. She bent down and peered into the car. Recognition hit her instantly.

It was Kathleen. Kathleen was her dentist’s office manager, and she’d always liked the friendly, soft-spoken woman.

“I thought that was you,” said Kathleen. “What are you doing walking in this weather, Amantha? Are you waiting for someone to pick you up?”

“Oh, wow. Hey, Kathleen. No, I don't have a ride actually. I have about a half-hour of walking to do, but I’m sure I can make it, even though I didn’t expect the weather to turn so suddenly.”

“Why don't you hop on in instead and let me give you a ride? It’s really pretty nasty out here.”

Grateful, she didn't hesitate to accept the ride. She really liked Kathleen, and it would be the first time she was alone with her. Roland drove her to the dentist and sat in the waiting room while she was being treated. “I really do appreciate this,” she said as she slipped into the passenger seat and fastened the seat belt. “My husband is busy getting his yearly checkup right now and I don't want to bother the neighbors or anyone else to come and get me in this storm.”

Kathleen smiled understandingly.

She gave the tall, blue-eyed blonde her address.

“Pretty sure I know where that is,” Kathleen said.

“It’s not too far. It’s a fairly upscale community. It’s pretty nice.”

“Yeah, that area of town has always been nice.”

“It’s a gated community. Little noisier than I’d like in the daytime, but quiet at night.”

“Is that so?”

She nodded. “So how are you doing today?”

“I’m fine,” Kathleen said, showing off her perfect pearly whites that any dentist would love working for her. “I’m just running some errands today.”

“Turn left and then you’ll see the gate.” She gave her the code and Kathleen easily reached a long slender arm out to press the numbers on the keypad. The gate slowly slid open and she directed her through the streets of the neighborhood.

“This is a pretty good size place,” said Kathleen.

“Yeah, there are over a thousand homes in it.”

“Wow.”

“It’s the house right there,” she said pointing to a lemon-yellow house.

“Oh, what a cute place you have here.”

“Thanks. Roland’s done a good job keeping up on it in the years we’ve been here.” 

Kathleen pulled into her driveway and stopped the car.

She then turned to face her. “So you pass by this area much?”

“Sometimes.”

“Well, if you ever want to get together for coffee or something, feel free to look my number up at the office or message me on Facebook.”

Kathleen smiled brightly. “Really? I’d like that, Amantha. Thank you.”

She was surprised yet pleased by how much Kathleen seemed to like the idea of getting together. She’d always sensed that Kathleen, whom she guessed to be in her early forties like her, may actually like her, based on the way she looked at her and complimented her on her fashions when she visited the dentist’s office. Or maybe she was just being friendly. She couldn’t say for sure.

“Well, thanks for the ride, Kathleen. Hope I didn’t get your car too wet and that you get home safe.”

“Oh, it’s fine, sweetie. You take care now.”

As soon as she disappeared into the house that very wet day, Kathleen quickly scribbled down the code to the gate before she could forget it. One just never knew when certain information might come in handy.

2

Kathleen was ecstatic. She couldn’t believe her luck. In a city as big as Roseville and Citrus Heights were, the odds of running into someone you knew weren’t very good at all. Yet she had run into the adorably cute Amantha Gibbs. Was it really random luck or could it be fate?

She had been drawn to the petite, nicely dressed auburn-brunette from day one. Each time she had come in for a dentist appointment, Kathleen had found her more attractive. The first time she saw her in the summer of 2015, she had shoulder-length hair. Now it was just past the middle of her back. Sometimes it was curly, other times it was straight. She wasn’t sure which way she liked it better or what length looked better. Amantha seemed gorgeous either way.

Kathleen hadn’t been attracted to women very often in her life and had actually spent the majority of it married to a man. But every now and then a member of the same sex would turn her head. None came close to comparing to the crush she had developed on Amantha. She wasn’t sure what it was about the woman, and she supposed it was a silly waste of time since she knew that Amantha was married, but people couldn’t exactly help who they were attracted to, could they?

To randomly run into Amantha was truly amazing. She couldn’t believe it; she was actually asked by her to look her up or give her a call. How lucky was that?

Kathleen understood that they couldn’t be more than friends and she was okay with that. A friendship with the cutie was better than nothing.

A smile spread across her face as she thought of the beautiful Amantha with the contagious laughter and lovely smile that always brightened her day whenever she’d come to the office.

3

Oh, my God, she’d just run into Kathleen of all people! Amantha had a grin on as she let herself into the house. She’d always liked Kathleen. She was so friendly and she had such a soothing voice and a beautiful smile. Not a surprise for someone who worked for a dentist.

She couldn’t say she had a crush on Kathleen, but the bisexual housewife could see how she could develop one if she spent enough time with her. That may be a rather interesting and fun thing too, not that she expected to hear from her. 

Light hair and eyes weren’t usually what she was attracted to, but there was just something about Kathleen’s height, great body albeit a touch too thin, perfect smile and calm demeanor that really appealed to Amantha. Kathleen was average yet beautiful at the same time. Well, maybe not beautiful, but definitely attractive.

She’d always dressed very professionally and conservatively in stylish clothing. When Amantha thought about it, she was pretty sure she had only seen her in dresses and skirts. She always wore jewelry and had her nails polished nicely. She wore frameless progressive glasses as well, which didn’t detract from her appearance.

What Amantha wondered most was whether or not Kathleen could possibly like her. The way she had looked at her at work, the way she’d always complimented her appearance… had she just been being friendly or was there more to it? If there was, she certainly couldn’t let it show with Roland sitting there, of course. She didn’t drive, so he always waited for her in the waiting room while the dentist was seeing her.

The last time, as she sat on the little couch in the waiting room, Kathleen had a moment where she didn’t have any calls or anything else to do. She’d said something to the effect of, “Okay, let’s see what you got. Stand up. You always look great.”

Amantha had risen to show her new purple dress and her designer nails with their array of colors.

But then she doubted that Kathleen was attracted to her in that way the more she thought about it. Didn’t a person usually remember things about those they were attracted to? Well, she had thought her name was Annabel at first.

Okay so she hadn’t remembered her name, but that tone of voice in her appointment reminder message made her wonder again. So did the way she’d said goodbye after her appointment, knowing she wouldn’t be back for half a year, mean anything? Her voice had a hint of sadness to it at the time, almost as if she knew she would miss her.

Amantha watched Kathleen in a promotional video for her dentist on YouTube and noticed her wedding ring. A wedding ring didn’t keep people from being attracted to each other, but even so, Amantha eventually concluded that Kathleen was probably just a really nice person that treated everybody the same. She worked in an office for a dentist. She was supposed to be nice. Right?

Yet she sure seemed thrilled at the idea of getting together, hadn’t she?

As much as she loved to guess, speculate and analyze while being content to let fate play itself out as it would, she’d been let down before, not that Kathleen was doing anything of the sort. People agreed to get together all the time without actually doing so. It was just human nature.

4

Kathleen wanted to wait a while before she contacted Amantha. She thought it might seem strange if she called her too soon. Until then, she looked her up on Facebook. She’d actually done this a handful of times in the past, but Amantha appeared to be a very private person and didn’t share much with the public.

She wondered what she might say to Amantha when she called her, and if Amantha would even want to get together. People often gave their numbers to others and mentioned getting together without actually meaning it, but were usually just being friendly and making what many would refer to as small talk. Even if you were a little older.

But after deciding to give it two weeks, she was both surprised and delighted to find that Amantha was more than just talk. Such a refreshing breath of fresh air too; to be able to connect with someone real. She’d dealt with enough phoniness in her life, so she really appreciated those that made good on their word.

Kathleen giggled to herself. She almost felt like she was anticipating a date. In a sense, she supposed that was exactly what it was. They just weren’t going to be intimate, regardless of her attraction to Amantha. She liked her as well, although she didn’t know that much about her. Amantha could have all kinds of skeletons in her closet for all she knew. After all, everyone had a weird and or dark side, and by some people’s standards, Kathleen knew she was no exception.

“Oh, wow. Hi Kathleen,” Amantha said in a chipper voice.

“Hello there. How are you doing this pleasant Saturday afternoon?”

“I’m doing fine. And you?”

“Oh, I’m just dandy.”

They chatted for a while and then Kathleen had picked Amantha up the next day. It turned out to be a fun day, too. She laughed and smiled more in that one day than she usually did in a week or two. Amantha was beautiful and she had a great sense of humor and interesting things to say.

They first went out to lunch and then they browsed some shops together. She was eager to get to know Amantha some more, but was careful not to ask too many questions and appear nosy.

What intrigued Kathleen the most was her relationship with her husband Roland. Amantha never so much as came out and said so, but she gave the impression that they were in an open relationship of sorts. This left Kathleen wondering after she dropped Amantha back off at her place.

Just how “open” was it?

5

Amantha was surprised to learn that Kathleen lived alone. The wedding ring on her finger made her believe otherwise, but her husband had died in a car accident a few years ago. They’d had no kids.

Dining out and shopping with Kathleen had been loads of fun. Kathleen insisted on paying for most things, and it became obvious to Amantha rather quickly that yes, the office manager really did like her. Amantha was flattered and she let Kathleen know in her own subtle yet obvious way that the feeling was mutual.

Amantha was married, however. She loved her husband dearly despite becoming more like damn good friends over time than lovers. Amantha may be young at heart in many ways, but she wasn’t exactly young and horny. Sex wasn’t the object of the game for her. Like most middle-aged people, good company and conversation were all she needed to feel complete. It was fun seeing and meeting various people whom she found to be attractive and interesting, but couldn’t see herself going beyond a quick kiss or two.

During the few hours they had spent together, they’d learned a little more about each other, though nothing overly personal.

“Do you have any pets?” Amantha had asked her.

Kathleen nodded as she spooned some vanilla ice cream into her mouth. “A cute little pug. You’re welcome to meet him sometime.”

“I’d like that, even though I don’t know much about dogs.”

“Well, perhaps I can bring you home with me some time and you can learn a little.”

And so they had exchanged a few emails over the next couple of weeks, and then arranged for Kathleen to take Amantha to her house one Saturday afternoon.

The weather was gorgeous just like it had been the first time they’d gotten together.

The first time they’d met, Amantha had worn a sundress so that it would be easier to change when trying on new clothes. Now she wore shorts and a tank top.

“You look cute,” Kathleen told her when she hopped in the passenger seat.

“Oh, do I? Well, thank you very much.”

Kathleen smiled broadly and pulled out onto the road. Amantha took in her appearance. She was dressed the exact opposite of how she dressed at the office. Now she wore casual jeans and a light blue T-shirt. Amantha wasn’t sure which style she liked better on her.

Eventually, the businesses began to disappear and the houses became sparser, even though they hadn’t driven far.

“Wow! This is really nice. Almost like a rural town inside the city.”

“Yup,” Kathleen said almost proudly. “I love it out here.”

“I’ve never been out this way before. I had no idea this was even here.”

Kathleen pulled into the driveway of a peach-colored house that sat in the middle of the spacious lush green lot.

“My God! I am totally wowed. This is barely ten minutes from our place. It’s beautiful. You must have close to an acre of land here.”

“Yes, almost.”

Amantha looked at the neighboring houses. The two on either side of Kathleen’s house was a bit hard to see because of the trees bordering the properties, but she could make out enough patches of slate blue poking through the trees on the left, and patches of white poking through the trees on the right to tell the houses were a couple of hundred feet away, as was the mint green house across the street. “What paradise you live in.”

“Wait till you see the inside and meet Winston,” Kathleen said eagerly.

It was at that point that Amantha glanced at Kathleen and realized that if for some reason she ever chose to pull away, Kathleen might not want to let go so easily.

Three Months Later…

Amantha sat on the couch as Kathleen slowly began to devour her. She moaned with delight as Kathleen’s tongue lowered and found that special spot between her legs.

Kathleen pulled back a moment to glance up at her with a smile. “Feels good, huh?”

She nodded, eager for her to continue.

“You sure you can do this?” she asked with a provocative smile.

“Lick me, stick me, ride me... I’m up for anything,” said Amantha in the throes of passion.

After they both came, Kathleen tugged her up by the wrist. “Come on.”

She guided her down the hall and into her bedroom where she gently nudged her onto the bed. Amantha was lying on her back. Kathleen straddled her and began to grind her lower body against Amantha’s.

“Wow. I’ve always wanted to do this with a woman,” breathed a less experienced Amantha with pleasure.

“It’s a wonderful feeling,” Kathleen said as she slid her hands upwards towards Amantha’s breasts and nuzzled the crook of her neck with her lips.

Amantha wrapped her arms around Kathleen’s back. She moved slowly and gently at first, increasing her rhythm and intensity as their need for release grew.

She was surprised. She didn’t think she could cum twice, but she did. She hadn’t done so in years.

They took a moment to catch their breath and then Kathleen said, “Stay put.”

Amantha couldn’t imagine what might be next on the menu of sensual delights. She only knew that she was beyond spent and it was all good. Definitely all good.

But then Kathleen reappeared from the bathroom and Amantha could see that she now wore a strap-on.

“Wow, Kathleen, really? I didn’t think this was your thing.”

“There are probably a lot of things you don’t think could be my thing,” she said impishly.

As it hit her brain that Kathleen was dead serious about doing her with the strap-on, she sat upright. “Whoa. We have to slow down. It’s been a long time since… you know.”

“Yeah, I do know,” Kathleen said understandingly, light blue eyes gazing into her dark green ones.

“So I can’t just up and do certain things, Kath.”

Kathleen leaned in close, gently nuzzling her ear. “I get that, sweet pea.”

“So can we wait?”

“We can, but you said you were up for anything and I like to take what you say literally. How about we just take it real slow, like only for a minute or two?”

Hesitantly she said, “Okay but real slow and just on the outside.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll just push gently on the outer area and if you want me to stop just say the word.”

“I mean it. No going inside. Those muscles have to get used to this kind of thing.”

“I get it,” Kathleen said, now with a slight hint of impatience in her voice. “I’m a woman, too.”

Amantha lay back down on the bed and tried to relax, wondering what she’d gotten herself into.

A few hours later, Amantha was back home and trying to appear normal around her husband. If Roland suspected anything, he didn’t let on to that fact.

Amantha’s relationship with Kathleen had quickly gone beyond dining, email, shopping and Skype video chats. It was getting to be too much for her. All Kathleen seemed to want from her was sex, sex, sex. She would never have guessed her to be such a nympho. She may have been in good shape, but she was still in her fifties, for God’s sake, as she had been surprised to learn. Initially, she thought she was younger.

The question was whether or not she should tell Kathleen that she wanted to slow down, or simply break things off completely with the woman. She didn’t want to hurt her feelings and lose an otherwise good person, and she knew that would really put them both in an awkward spot when she went to the dentist and saw her in the office.

Then it hit Amantha. Why tell her either of these things? Instead, she would simply be unavailable to get together more often, claiming to be busy or something like that.

Yeah, that’s it, Amantha smiled to herself. A friend just asked me to ghostwrite a book for them.

6

At first Kathleen didn’t seem to notice that Amantha was taking longer to reply to her messages, both by phone and online. Then, just when Amantha was relieved and grateful that she didn’t question her, she did just that.

“Not hearing as much from you these days,” Kathleen said in an email one evening. “Anything you want to talk about by phone?”

Waiting until she was pretty sure Kathleen would be in bed, Amantha replied with, “Just busy doing some writing projects for a friend.”

“Oh? What friend and projects?” came the immediate reply, much to Amantha’s disappointment.

“It’s just a cyber friend that isn’t a very good writer but that wants to write a story about a vacation she and her boyfriend took recently that I’m helping her with.”

Kathleen seemed to accept this excuse even though Amantha hated to be dishonest with her, and then they discussed trivial things like the weather for a few minutes before Kathleen said she was ready for bed. Kathleen signed off with her usual ‘hugs and kisses’ but this time Amantha didn’t follow with her own hugs and kisses. She simply told Kathleen to sleep well and have nice dreams.

Amantha was dreading the approaching weekend because she knew Kathleen would want to get together. This time she held a firmer ground when she finally decided to answer one of Kathleen’s many phone calls.

“I’m sorry, Kathleen. Not this weekend. Roland and I haven’t had an entire weekend together in a while, so let’s make it next weekend instead, okay?”

“Yeah, we can do that. I was just worried that something was wrong.”

“No, not at all,” Amantha quickly assured her, noting that Kathleen sounded more irritated than concerned. She didn’t want to lie to Kathleen either, so she said, “I just think things started going a wee bit too fast for me.”

Amantha expected Kathleen to be understanding and maybe even feel a little bad for making her feel that way, promising to slow down since she had always seemed so easy-going and sensitive. But she expected incorrectly.

“Oh? Are you sure about that? I mean it’s just that you seemed pretty comfortable with the pace before.”

“I was before the pace got rather frenzied. We use to mix it up. You know… dining, sex, shopping, talking. But now it’s nothing but sex.”

“Well, no, we can talk if you want. We can still talk whenever you want to about anything you want.”

“Well, we’re talking right now,” Amantha said with a slight laugh, hoping to lighten the mood. However, she didn’t sense much happiness coming from the other end of the line. The silence stretched on, growing deafening. Finally, Amantha said, “Kathleen, what do you want from me?”

“The same thing you want.”

Amantha chose her words carefully. “Yeah, well, I’m starting to think we don’t exactly want the same thing.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Ignoring her Amantha said, “You’re single, Kathleen, I get that.”

“Oh!” Kathleen said with heavy sarcasm. “You think that’s it? That I’m just lonely because I’m single and don’t have a husband to fill in the gaps? Or more like a girlfriend to fill in a husband’s gaps like you do?”

“Kathleen, you’re not a fill-in. You don’t fill in anybody or anything. You were just a fun addition and—”

“Wait a minute,” Kathleen said, cutting Amantha off. “Now I’m just fun?”

“Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean, and I really don’t want to argue with you about it anymore. Why don’t we just take a break from each other for now?”

A moment of silence followed and it wasn’t a comforting silence either. It made Amantha more uncomfortable, even nervous, though she wasn’t concerned at that point. She figured all she had to do was just ignore her in the future and then be polite when she went to the dentist.

But Amantha didn’t know if she could mess with her records or not in any way that could come back to haunt her, so maybe breaking it off completely wasn’t in her best interest.

“I don’t mean that kind of break, Kathleen,” she said, trying to keep her voice down so that Roland wouldn’t hear her from the other room. “Of course we can still see each other. Just a little less often, that’s all.”

But Kathleen couldn’t be appeased. No matter how hard Amantha tried to fix things between them, Kathleen remained angry. At first Amantha thought she would hang up on her, but quickly found that she couldn’t get that lucky no matter what she said.

“Look, I promise you that everything is okay. I still adore you, we’re still going to get together, and everything is great. Just not this weekend is all. Now I’ve got to get some things done around here, so you have a great night.”

As soon as Amantha hung up, Kathleen called her right back, courtesy of speed dial.

A sinking sensation began to wash over Amantha. It was then that she began to realize that she could have a genuine problem on her hands, and that Kathleen wasn’t simply going to go away any more than she was going to go away at least a little bit. This was clearly someone who had become obsessed with her, and Amantha didn’t have to be a psych major to know that the best way to deal with someone like this was to simply cut as many ties as possible and ignore them completely. Replying to any messages would only be keeping things going and feeding their fantasies.

Yet Kathleen wasn’t the quick shake Amantha believed she would be. Not even close.

7

Amantha continued to ignore Kathleen’s many messages. One night Roland sensed her distress and asked what was wrong.

“It’s Kathleen.”

“Kathleen?” he asked quizzically.

Amantha nodded. “She’s become so pushy lately, yet the more I ignore her to try to get her to back off, the more she pesters me.”

“Wow, really?”

Again she nodded. “I never would’ve thought she’d be this way. She always seemed so easy-going and like the type that would never want to do anything to make anyone uncomfortable. But now it’s like she’s become obsessed with me.”

Roland took a few minutes to digest his wife’s words. Then he asked, “Is there anything you’re not telling me?”

Amantha felt her heartbeat quicken. “Well, sort of.” Then she burst into tears. 

Should she soften the truth? Tell it like it was? Or deny it all? Maybe her best bet was to go somewhere in the middle.

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“It’s okay, hun, whatever it is,” Roland said, gathering her into his arms. “I’m here for you no matter what.”

They embraced lovingly for a few minutes, and then Amantha pushed back and looked into his golden-brown eyes. “I liked Kathleen as soon as I met her. She always seemed so nice, so professional, and just an all-around nice person. I sensed that she liked me as well only I didn’t get the extent of it at first. I thought she was just a really friendly person who was also married.

“Yeah?” Roland asked curiously.

“But it turns out that her husband died in a car accident a while back. They never had any kids either.”

Amantha hesitated but Roland urged her on.

“Well, I guess she’s been very lonely. She also seems to like me a lot more than I bargained for. Whenever she goes to hug me goodbye or something, I think she’s going to do it in a friendly way that any normal friend would, but then she hugs and kisses me in a way that suggests she likes me in a more serious way than just a friend. Seriously, Roland, she wants to kiss me, experiment with me, and do all kinds of things with me every fucking free minute she has. I let her know that I’ve had enough, told her I was busy, but she won’t stop calling and trying to get a hold of me online.”

Roland let out a sigh. “I guess it’s time to find a new dentist.”

Amantha nodded sadly, hating to give up her dentist. She’d seen her for many years and she really felt comfortable with her and the rest of her staff, excluding Kathleen. But she simply didn’t feel comfortable being a part of anything that Kathleen was a part of.

Questions raced through her mind. Should she cancel the appointment soon? Wait till it got closer? Should she tell the dentist why she was canceling and warn her about Kathleen in case there were other complaints?

Too exhausted to make any decisions at the moment, she let herself unwind with an audiobook after Roland left. He was needed on third shift that week at the warehouse he worked in, but she didn’t mind. It was good pay and he wasn’t on graves very often.

Amantha listened to her book until she began to feel sleepy. A glance at the clock told her it was nearly 1 AM.

She stopped her Echo device from reading and then a split second later she heard a beeping sound followed by a mechanical whir. Her mind went through a WTF moment as she sat on the edge of the bed, back ramrod stiff. And then it hit her…

Someone had just decoded the lock on the door and it couldn’t have been Roland. If Roland were coming home early he would have said so on Skype.

Amantha froze, horrified, eyes glued to the bedroom doorway.

“Hello, Amantha,” a black leather-gloved Kathleen said a moment later.